Her mother was proud,
Yes, she would talk aloud.
Because she knew she had won.
Her daughter was there,
Her words in the air.
A young girl under the sun.
Words on a string,
Engraved on a ring.
The words she used just for fun.
For this little girl,
The words she would curl.
Always impressing her son.
Was words she would play,
To get her own way.
For now, she just shot the gun.
// This might not make too much sense at the begging. Just just reread and interpret your way.
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Silence Is Bliss
PoetryA collection of poems that will probably be forgotten. Everyone goes through rough times and needs a way to cope. These poems are my escape. Not all of them have incredible meaning. Some are just words that have been thrown on a page. Interpret th...
